As I approached my apartment door, I almost broke the key trying to jam it in the door and open it. I rushed through the door, slammed it behind me and dropped my coat on the floor.
"You OK?" Troye said walking into the livingtoom. By then, tears were streaming down my face, and it wouldn't stop. I turned to look at him without saying anything. He instantly rushed over to me and sat me down on the couch. He then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I excepted the hug and pressed my face into his chest. I cried even harder.
"Tyler" I look up at him.
"If you don't want to talk about it right now that's fine. But we are going to talk about this. It hurts me to see you crying and me not being able to help in anyway, because I don't know what the problem is. So we need to talk." I sniffed and decided to tell him. I needed to get it off my chest. I think that will make me feel better.
Right?
So I explained everything to him. About the party, and the Drake poster. The kiss, Starbucks, everything that I said, how Conner reacted, and how I love Troye so much. How I was confused and didn't know what to do. I used as much detail as I could, trying to make it easier for Troye to visualize it. He sat there in silence listening to every word that spelt from my mouth. He would nod at some parts, his eyebrows would move up and down at different sections of the story. Once I was done explaining everything, I sat back, took a deep breath and waited for Troye's response. I think it took him a second to process, but then he brought his eyes to mine. The words that slipped out of his lips next, surprised me the most out of everything that had happened yet...
Hey guy's! I just wanted to let you know I probably won't be able to update as much. I have a lot of stuff going on. But I want to thank you for reading my story and commenting. Also go follow my friend powhatan_music she is amazing and has the best stories! Thanks again, byeeeeeee!
P.S. Also most of these chapters are going to be short, SORRY :-( Please don't kill me.....
